Death

i flirted with death and fell in love and jumped from somewhere close to heaven to fall back into her arms but i missed and my last kiss was with a cement tongue and as my body contorted to fit hers i heard the devil cackle and had to grapple with whether to fight death or love, love of death, for as she pulled me deeper and held me tighter and kissed me deeper i fell deeper and saw that she wasn’t what i thought but was it too late had i seen the signs and taken the bait, and as i held on tighter grasping at the folds of her dress my breath coming in short gasps as i grabbed on to her taut ass and pushed death away and life in i felt death leaving me my infatuation with her no longer defeating me, and i turned to the devil threw my head back and laughed for i slept with his girlfriend and lived to tell the story…

This poem was submitted by yonnette jo.